Collision at Roosevelt Ranch

It began with a collision. Not in the sense of souls colliding or even stars aligning, but in a real-life, totally her fault, bumpers-crunching, frames-bending, airbags-deploying crash. Haley. Oh Haley. Why was she such a mess? And why did she have to be such a mess when it involved really expensive cars and really handsome men? She was an emergency room nurse. She was supposed to have it all together, to be cool under pressure, to be— Not turned into a complete puddle of mush when it came to the man whose car she'd crunched. But Sam was so . . . so nice and sweet and gorgeous and he made Haley's brain just completely poof out of her skull. But Sam was also her past. Or rather, her sister's past. She couldn't be infatuated with the man who'd broken her sister's heart. She couldn't want him. It didn't matter that a decade had passed. Plus, Sam had never noticed her before. Haley was the littlesister,...